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prologue — SUBURBIA!

"You're kidding, right?"

It's times like this you understand those that wish for a rich husband, white picket fence and four cosy walls.

Tucked away, only a short walk from the city centre, is what will soon be known as your new home. A futuristic, sky-line apartment all yours and yours only. This has to be some kind of dream, some cruel trick. Your wide eyes twinkle in tandem with shards of light that bounce from the overhead chandelier, spraying the toes of your sneakers in crystal drips.

"I'm sorry, but I am quite serious, Miss (L/N). This is the best we can offer for you at this time." The agent addresses you with a strained smile and you have to look down just to see it stretch across his fur grazed cheeks. Like this isn't the nicest apartment you've ever stepped foot in. White walls, sparkling parquet flooring and various rows of floor to ceiling windows that look out onto the heart of the city. It's freshly cleaned, you can tell by the way the bleach wafts through your nose and you fight the urge to take a deep inhale. Even the couch is spotless, not a crumb in sight, and you really hope this place comes fully furnished. Fully furnished, like you'd be able to avoid this place with the small amount of money you have saved up, let alone the furnishing that comes with.

"How much is the rent?" You turn sharply, sucked back to the real world for a bitter moment.

"The agency will cover that." He waves you off with a paw and you feel stupid for asking such a question, "It's important for someone of your position to be stationed within the city centre," He explains, nasally voice splitting in places, "Dynamight needs you close in case of emergency, and the commute to work each morning will be much easier with the Agency only down the street." He trails off, eyeing the shining windows like this whole place is below him.

"I understand." You nod to the wall, but you don't. Not really. "Must be hard to work for someone as stuck up as Dynamight, huh?" You turn to him with a grin, expecting some kind of shared banter in the mockery of the pro-hero, but his snout sours.

"I will be back next week to ensure you're all settled in. Your key card is in the bedside drawer, you will need it to enter the building tomorrow so don't forget it. Everything here is yours, though we do expect it will be kept in good condition over the course of your stay." He then bids you good day with a slight bounce just to meet the door handle, slamming it behind him with a surprising amount of force for someone so small.

So Dynamight's workers don't seem to hate him. You'd have to keep that opinion of yours tightly locked away from now on.

Trailing your new apartment, you swing the keys around your ring finger —cosplaying that of a wealthy home owner — and turn to gaze from the room length windows. It's a little cloudy, which takes away from the ambiance, but who are you to complain right now? New job, new place. Despite the tragedy of your old home being a pile of rubble on the streets, things were looking up.

At least that's what you try to tell yourself.

You'd lying if you didn't admit how tight your jaw has been since you stepped foot out of the sleek limo he'd sent for you. So some big shot hero blasts your neighbourhood to smithereens, and the agency tries to save face by employing you? As his publicist, no less.

You flop down on the irritatingly comfortable couch, the cushions dipping under your weight. It's now your job to appeal for the one man who uprooted your life, to make him out to be some shiny, polished hero and a part of you dies a little inside each time you have to admit this to yourself. That you can't let personal vendettas get in the way of work, that this is all you've ever wanted and more. You flick on the TV just to see the new villain attack going on across the city. It put a halt on some of the trains on the way here, so you were late for your showing. Black smoke blooms from empty buildings, something twists in your gut. The reporter on the screen shakes a little as she brings the mic to her mouth, forcing a pearly smile despite the chaos that ensues behind her. You grimace, is this the sort of life you were going to lead before all this? Hero journalism, front lines to the destruction with a camera shoved down your throat.

You mute it, allowing the silence to fill the room.

This didn't have to be so bad. You're sure someone out there would die for an opportunity like this, and that many would be able to look on the bright side. It's a department you struggle in, but you're working on it. Hero agencies are no place for a pessimist.

A hot shower and freshly washed hair— ready for an early wake up tomorrow — later and you find yourself curled against the couch once more. Definitely too comfortable. You squeeze the water from the ends of your hair into the complimentary towels they'd furnished this place with, as well a bathrobe engraved with the initials of Dynamight's agency that's wrapped tightly around your waist.

Something on the screen catches your eye and you fumble for the volume button. You almost sink into the floor when the bright yellow headline flashes across the screen 'DYNAMIGHT's NEW PUBLICIST: YN LN.'

This is going to be a long year.

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₊⊹ LOTTA LOVE TO GIVE ✶⋆.˚

synopsis: when a blast from Dynamight's palms renders you homeless, you're compensated with the opportunity to join his agency as a (much needed) publicist! Except, he's an asshole.

A new friend you make along the way helps you through it, until you cross the line of friendship the very same evening your boss corners you with his tongue down your throat.

Now you have them both pining for your attention, but who says you have to choose just one?

genre: bkdk x reader, nsfw, slowburn, enemies to lovers (bkg), friends to lovers (izu), publicist!reader, teacher!izu, pro-hero!bkg, LOVE TRIANGLE

warnings: nsfw (18+!), abusive/foul language, mentions of death, mentions of bullying, mentions of war, injury detail

a/n: i am so excited to write this gahhhh ive had this planned for months. the format for this chapter index is inspired by @/tvkvi

this has been in the works for a while and i think i've finally finalised where i want this story to go, so enjoy!

↳ status: ongoing

prologue. SUBURBIA — welcome to your new home!

01. THE STREETS ARE PAINTED ORANGE — you're yet to meet your new boss, except he's everywhere you look in all the worst ways. . .

02. GREEN TINTED GLASSES — your new friend has a disgustingly positive outlook on life, perhaps it's starting to rub off on you

03. IS IT A DATE? — friends can take each-other out for food, right?

04. FAILURE TO COMPLY — bakugo's only moving further down the ranks and pressure from the agency is only growing, can you remain true to yourself whilst staying good at your job?

05. GET YOUR HEAD IN THE GAME — working with someone as uncooperative as bakugo proves challenging

06. BOMBS AWAY! — a villain attack on the city thrusts you and bakugo into the limelight

07. THE FLESH THAT SCARS — the attack you became the centre of has left you (more than a little) shaken up, both boys try their best to make things right

08. HARD TO CHOOSE ONE — both boys are desperate to prove themselves to you, which results in a very slippery thursday. . .

09. CRASH — avoiding only makes things worse, you learn the hard way

10. BEST OF BOTH WORLDS — izuku (and katsuki) present you with an alternative

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rules!

let's have fun! (while respecting my boundaries)

this is labelled a nsfw/mdni page, so expect pornographic works with sometimes dark content. if you are a minor, or that generally makes you uncomfortable, DO NOT INTERACT.

i write specifically x fem!reader with she/her pronouns, no exceptions. i am not a man, nor am i someone who goes by any other pronouns, therefore i will not write from the perspective of one as i couldn't capture it well even if i tried!

i do not take reqs. if i ever do, it will be displayed on my page.

however, that's not to say i don't want to hear your guys' thoughts on what i write! my ask box is always open. this is a community and we are all here because of a shared interest! but please remember that i write for fun, and this is just a hobby for me! as i'm sure it is for you readers, so let's keep it enjoyable and non-commital with one another!!

nothing i post is proofread. writing, editing & formatting a fic takes long enough on its own, and who can be bothered to proofread everything before hitting post? if i've made a mistake, typically it's a typo that can be deduced to its intended meaning without me correcting myself :)

my work isn't perfect. like i said, this is strictly for fun! spending too much time rewriting and scrutinising your work only sucks the enjoyment out of things and turns being part of a fandom into a chore.

no translations, copying and don't feed my word into ai.

feel free to parade in my ask box and spout nonsense, but keep in mind here are things i won't write:

r*pe, incest (i'm looking at you rickorty shippers) scat, pedophilia, su*cide, self harm, abuse and non con.

i also will not write anything to do with the omega verse. knotting, heats, ruts etc. it's just not my cup of tea!

i have no qualms with writing for two characters x reader (e.g bkdk x reader) but i will not write for two canon characters in the third person with the absence of a reader insert. it's not my field of expertise, and that's not what i'm here for!

[farfromwhore]

ABOUT ME!

call me clem! brains & beauty.

she/her. nineteen. sagittarius. istp.

i write sometimes i guess

interests: anything super heroes, anime, snail trails, comics, music, tan lines, story based video games, found family tropes, the colour brown, the city

characters: katsuki bakugou, peter parker, rick sanchez, tsukishima kei, neteyam sully, caitlynn kiramann, steve harrington, ellie williams, robin buckley. . .

used to be @soraphicdeactivated

other accounts - @tooobsessivelyobsessed

at least i'm horny and creative, right?